I saw the problem coming from a mile away. My name is Simon Richland. Years ago, I took Japanese as a second language and moved to Japan to teach English. It (English) was, after all, a subject I know well, better than my Japanese anyway. The Japanese transliteration of my name (at least the way I pronounce it) would be Saimin, which means either a kind of noodles, or hypnosis, depending on how it's written. Richland (with their way of swapping L for R and vice versa) would be a pain. So, on my way to Japan from America, I practiced writing "Saimin Sensei," or "Hypnosis Teacher" in kanji.

Yes, I do know hypnosis. It's kind of a party trick my friends like to see me play on new guests. My older brother, Marvin (or as some know him, The Mesmerizing Marvo) taught me. On my first day, I had a class of nine-year-olds--and no, this isn't going to be one of THOSE stories. What no one had warned me about was the abject weirdness of Japanese schoolchildren. As they filed into the classroom, my ass was grabbed not less than four times by small but anonymous hands. I wondered what I had let myself in for. Nevertheless, as my brother always said, the show must go on. I was making the Japanese symbols for the name I wanted the students to know me by when alarm bells went off in the back of my head. You know, like that feeling you get when you think somebody's watching you... only this feeling was telling me my ass was in trouble. I whirled out of the way just in time to avoid having a pair of nine-year-old fingers shoved in my ass crack.

I don't know what possessed me in that moment, but before I knew it, I had put the boy under with one of my brother's best speed-inductions. "The next time you try that," I told him in Japanese, "you will be unable, and instead you will wet your pants." The rest of the class giggled as I woke the boy up with a snap of my fingers and sent him back to his desk. As I finished writing, that sense came back, but was quickly followed by a trickling sound, followed by peals of laughter. The same boy from before was back, his two fingers poised to strike again, but instead he was staring in shock as his bladder emptied itself without his conscious bidding.

"Gomen nasai, sensei." he said, embarrassed. I had him clean up his mess with paper towels, then covered his face with my jacket and escorted him to the restroom to dry his pants under the blow dryer (after instructing another teacher to watch the students for me during the errand). The somewhat belated lesson began shortly thereafter--and of course, I was well and truly "Saimin Sensei" now. Every one of my students tried me at least once, perhaps more out of a desire to see what hypnosis felt like than any actual mischief. Several of the repeat offenders received trigger phrases. That first class, especially the female portion, was the most persistent. I ended up giving them all the suggestion that they would go under instantly when I said the English words "Saimin Says Sleep." But I never took advantage. I'm not one of THOSE.

Fast-forward ten years. The Japanese diet, combined with being assigned to assist the PE teacher during some classes, had given me a better body, so even though I was in my thirties (and not the low thirties either), I was at the top of my physical game. It was my last class of the day, and I had the children translating passages from a Japanese fable when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something moving. Something female. She wore no uniform; as far as I could tell, all she had on was an oversized T-shirt belted in the middle, socks and shoes. I quietly approached as she stood smiling in the doorway. Before I even said a word, she hugged me, pressing her lean body against mine.

"Good afternoon, Saimin Sensei." she cooed into the ear that the students couldn't see, giving the lobe a playful lick. "Remember me?" I almost didn't. She'd matured so much since I'd taught her, but the wicked glint in her eyes, the one she had once used when she was about to do something naughty, daring me to trance her again...

"Miko?" I asked. She smiled.

"I wanted to see you again, now that I'm old enough..." she said, but was interrupted by a chorus of wolf whistles, cat-calls and other assorted come-ons. I extricated myself from Miko's embrace and strode to the front-and-center position.

"Saimin Says Sleep." I said. The students' heads slumped forward in unison. "You must treat your elders with respect." I told them. I would have gone on, but I noticed Miko still standing in the door, her head slumped to her chest just like the class. Looking at her, her beautiful face even more beautiful in repose... I was surprised the old trigger still worked after all this time. I held up her chin to look at her for a minute. Then, I leaned close and whispered in her ear. "When I touch your forehead, you will open your eyes, but remain asleep. You will behave as though you were not in a trance, but you will continue to do whatever I tell you. You will pay no attention to the things I say to the class. Do you understand?"

"Hai, wakarimasu." she said (which meant, "Yes, I understand"). I touched her forehead, and her eyes opened. "Go sit over there." I told her, and she obeyed. I continued with my manners lesson for the class, making sure to address each statement to them. Then, I brought the class out of their trance, and resumed the English lesson. The bell rang, and the children filed out. "Walk with me." I told Miko.

"Hai." she said softly, standing up and approaching.

"You should speak English, Miko, to show that you have not forgotten my lessons."

"Yes. I'm sorry." she responded. I gathered my things and walked out of the classroom. She followed like a puppy. I led her to a conference room where I could be reasonably sure of being able to talk with her without interruption.

"Close the door, Miko." I said.

"Yes." she said softly, and closed it.

"Now, lock it." I said. She obeyed without complaint. I noticed her nipples making themselves known beneath her shirt. I moved closer to her and inhaled the scent of her arousal. "What are you wearing, Miko?" I asked her softly.

"A shirt, a belt, shoes and socks." she said. She gave a little squeak and a shiver. I'd had a couple of girlfriends during my time in Japan, and usually they made that kind of noise when they were VERY excited.

"Nothing else?"

"No." she admitted.

"Show me." I said. She unbuckled the belt and let it fall to the floor, then pulled off the shirt to unveil her bare chest and pelvis. She was bending down to remove the shoes when I said "Stop, that's enough. Now straighten up." She stood up straight, almost at attention. "Why did you dress this way, Miko?"

"I... I wanted... you to play... with me." she said.

"Do you mean play in a sexual way?" I asked softly, whispering in her ear.

"Yesssss!" she moaned, shivering with desire.

"Saimin Says Sleep." I told her. Instead of merely slumping forward as usual, she went completely limp, and only my closeness and quick action stopped her from falling to the floor. "Deeper, Miko, deeper, relax more deeply with every breath you take. You cannot lie to me, you cannot disobey."

"Y... yessss..." she moaned, her hips twitching just enough for me to be able to perceive it.

"Does being in trance make you aroused, Miko?" I asked.

"Yesss." she said, twitching again.

"Why?"

"Help... less... o... bey..." she said, half gasping. "Want... to be helpless... to obey-y-y."

"To have no choice but to obey." I said. She gasped and shivered, and juices dribbled down her legs and dripped onto the floor as her hips thrust against an invisible lover.

"Yeeeesssssss!" she said, half moan, half hiss.

"Did you just have an orgasm?" I asked.

"Yes." she admitted, panting.

"You want to be controlled." I said. "You want it so much you can cum without touching yourself, just by thinking about it."

"Yesss!" she said a little more loudly than I would have liked.

"Stand up, Miko." I told her. She managed, weakly, to get to her feet, wobbling a little, but standing nonetheless. "Open your eyes and look at me, Miko." I told her. She obeyed. "You have no voice until I tell you otherwise. Completely mute, unable to utter a sound. Nod if you understand and will obey." She nodded. "When I tell you to cum, you will have an orgasm, so powerful you can barely keep your feet. Cum, now." Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her hips humped the air as the pleasure continued. She tried to stay on her feet, but was beginning to fail. "That's enough." I told her. I ran my fingers up and down her shaven slit. "Did you do this for me?" I asked. She shivered and nodded her head. "Close your eyes, you are deep asleep. You have a voice again and can answer my questions normally."

"Yes, I understand." she said, eyes closed.

"Do you want more?" I asked her.

"Yes, very much." she said, grinding her hips with desire.

"Now is not the time, and this is not the place. Two days from now, you will meet me in the park after school. You will sit on the bench beside the pond and wait patiently. Until then, you will not remember this encounter, or my instructions. You will not remember why you are there until I place you in trance once more. You will not visit me during class again until I command it. You will fantasize about what you would want me to do to your body and mind at night, while you bring yourself pleasure with your fingers. You will shave again before you go to the park. Do you still have your old high school uniform?"

"Yes." she responded.

"Good, wear it when you go to the park to meet me." I told her, and kissed her on the lips. "Now, open your eyes and put your shirt and belt back on." She obeyed. "When I close the door behind me, you will wake, putting aside your memories of these events until the appointed time when you will be allowed to remember. You will clean up the mess on your legs and on the floor, and leave as if nothing had happened. You will not concern yourself with the missing time, or why your legs are sticky. Cum if you will obey."